man is an island of despair
a moments happiness
enviously with others
he wont share
his idyllic privacy
my camera did scare
I had caught him
in a lovers lair
they both
make a beautiful pair
I am street photographer a beggar poet .. I shoot misery cavorting with hope I shoot original content. I am Shia Sufi Hindu all in One
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Man Is An Island of Despair
Lost Childhood
no money no food
sleeping on an empty stomach
dreamless sleep no good
pain as putrefying poetry seen through
the window of my cameras soul
mostly misunderstood
karma and dharma
ongoing eternal feud
pictures frozen in time
even god has not yet viewed
to gail
Teach Her A Lesson - Burn Her Face
I shot this picture last year, I dont know the exact day, but the little girl in the center had her face burnt by her parents because she was not bringing in much money.This is the tragedy , when the child born is merely a commodity..
Now this entire lot of beggar kids have moved out of the Turner Road Traffic Signal, they beg at Linking road and Khar Telephone Exchange Signals..
Every time they see me they greet me and in a way I am a custodian of the moments of their robbed childhood that I have shot time and again despite stiff opposition from their parents relatives and guardians.
not bringing in money
her face with a hot iron
they burn
a lesson of life
the hard way to learn
yes no compassion
on the streets
its how your daily wages
you earn
nothing but
ingratitude in return
from one car to another
at the traffic signal
you dodge death and run
bare feet tattered clothes
a child on your waist
under the hot humid sun
if you die
another helpless child
will soon take your place
at the U turn
another cycle of pain
that has hardly begun
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Karmic Chakra of Pain
born on the street
on the heartless street
she will remain
her life revolving
round the karmic
chakra of pain
very soon she
will be a child mother
another childhood
going down the drain
a cipher on the soul of society
a brainless heart a heartless brain
more sorrow more misery ingrain
like a sordid chapter lost in transit
tear drops in vain
flowing
through sunken cheeks
pitter patter of rain
Hopeless Homecoming
on the streets
of despair
elusive hope
they search and grope
slaves of misery
bound by rope
for a new life
there is no scope
the graph of pain
a downward slope
children on failed destiny
on drugs and dope
a failed karma
they have to cope
visited by the sins
of their forefathers
washing the guilt
with a bar of soap
Wake Up Flickr Customer Care?
[Flickr Case 1149406] Re: Other Issues
Hi I had mentioned earlier that though my privacy regarding
who can comment on my pictures is marked for friends and
family, yet there are members who are not even my contacts
enter my photo stream write comments , I dont understand how
Flickr allows them to breach my privacy.
Z from Flickr customer care knows about this I had
explained it to him via email in complete detail.
Firoze Shakir
Flickr Customer Care to Me
Hello Firoze,
Thank you for contacting Flickr Customer Care.
I'm very sorry to hear you keep receiving comments. Please
bear in mind
that if your photo is in a group pool, people can leave
comments and add
notes and tags to it, despite your setting. Have you
verified whether
those photos are within group pools? If they are not in
groups and you
keep getting comments please contact us again.
Thank you again for contacting us. If you have any other
questions,
please feel free to reply to this email.
Regards,
S
Flickr Customer Care
My Reply
Flickr Customer care shocks me , you dont even read mycomplaint, or
see my profile before you read my complaint
I AM NOT IN ANY GROUP I AM
NOT IN A POOL SINCE I JOINED FLICKR
REALLY I GOT THE SAME ANSWER FROM Z-
YOU GUYS HAVE BECOME ROBOTS
LIKE THE SYSTEM THAT RUNS FLICKR
YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO HUMAN CONCERN FOR A FLICKR MEMBER WHOSE PRIVACY
IS BEING BREACHED EVERY TIME
I GET COMMENTS FROM FLICKR MEMBERS WHO ARE NOT MY FRIENDS OR
FAMILY..AFTER SETTING MY COMMENT PRIVACY TO FRIENDS AND FAMILY.
THANKS
NOTHING PERSONAL.
BUT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY FOR ONCE.
my pedestrian poem of pain
considering
that you guys are over worked
considering you guys
are automated like the robots
that run your system
a thought
a pain
I have to publically share
my comment privacy
is marked only for friends and family
I swear
yet of late any Flickr member
breaches my privacy wall
to write his shit his venomous hate
who cares?
I think this is really unfair
hate comments against my Shia faith
racist comments beyond compare
of which now again I make you aware
your faulty system
going to rust
urgently you must repair
I say this in utter despair
my fragmented poetry
of pain my pathos
is all I have to declare
Flickr
is a home away from home
for most of us
so please dont ignore
my poetic prayer
With Best Wishes From Mumbai
by the road
of the road
for the road
born to beg and die
on the internet
stamped
as a pedestrian poem
as we meet your eye
despair sorrow misery
hidden beneath a cry
from the streets
to your computer
as we winglessly fly
meaninglessly our pain
transcending the treacherous terrain
of a starless sky
with best wishes from Mumbai
silence of a slaughtered lamb
as the blood flows and dries
in a land of vultures
among the lord of flies
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